The end of the Moon

It was a moment when we, as ants scratching

the earth for the next thing to drag down into

our communal hole, stopped looking at the night sky

for peace. We stopped looking up, and instead

kept looking ahead, at a mess of televisions,

ahead, at our phones, like tarot cards,

ahead, moving into a house made out of news headlines,

and the promise of family comfort.

The moon stopped glowing, faded to a sliver,

and passed from our lives.

Its end was painless.
We forgot all it was for.